My dearest, imcomparable.

[columbine]

My dearest,

Incomparable.

You swagger and swear and tip your head

Like a divine sculpture of yourself.

solidified - everything I'd come to hate.

In theory.

But i do not love in theory.

Theory is not kind to the soft eye of love,

Theory gives reason to doubt.

You are a sum with the answer all wrong.

You are a poem that does not rhyme,

or worse,

One that does.

A limerick, a brash laugh and a careless disregard.

I see the punchline long before the end

and yet I'm spun.

You are the orange of a duck's foot on the still lake of my facade.

You disturb everything but you know nothing of

the secret sea inside.

And if I had a reason; I would say

It was my plan to save you,

Convert you like the vibrant green leaf

to the palest page of psalm.

But I have no desire for birds under bars;

We still, from a distance, may admire the stars.

[EQD]

i like this poem, yet i have no comprehension why.

its delightful.

[columbine]

LOL thanks